The Blacklist

Previously on "The Blacklist"...

I'm not an errand boy. I won't be ordered about.

We'd like you to make this go away.

We know about Keen. What she's saying.

That you're N-13.

Elizabeth's gone, and she's taken

something of mine with her.

I suppose you also think that she's responsible

for The Freelancer's release.

There's always more to the story.

- Where is he? The work of a man

who disguises his killings

in the headlines of everyday tragedies.

The arrest that you made earlier. Mason Dieterle.

He burned down my friend's restaurant.

I just got off the phone with the AUSA reviewing the case.

He told me that your friend passed away from her injuries.

I'm sorry.

You promised me you wouldn't do anything to Dieterle.

I need to know... Did you break that promise?

No, sir.

We've been formulating

those binary structures you gave us for weeks

and... I think we've done it.

We identified the exact structure of the Novichok agent.

Pig, hog, runt...

sow...

boar.

My brother's mantra.

When he was a boy, he collected glass pigs.

He knew everything there was to know about them.

Which side-group is this?

Ethoxy. It's more stable.

Easier to spread. Harder to detect.

And lethal when it contacts the skin.

This compound is 10 times more potent than VX.

If there's a deadlier nerve agent on Earth,

I'm not aware of it.

Call our buyer in Durres.

Tell him the order's ready

and to expect delivery in 48 hours.

Pig, hog, runt...

sow...

boar.

The road not taken.

- Beauty school? - Yes.

That young woman's great passion

that her single father just can't understand.

It pushes them apart.

But instead of insisting that she understand him,

he enrolls in beauty school as well

and learns to better understand her.

I think you understand Elizabeth.

Probably more than you want to.

Well, I'm not her father.

Maybe if I were, I'd want to understand her even better.

Perhaps she wouldn't be so determined to kill me.

- Morning, Dembe. - Good morning.

- Coffee? - Please.

Something smells delicious.

Mmm. Meat and potato pie.

Dembe brought it back from Sarajevo.

You should try a slice.

Like all good things, it's sinfully bad for you.

You said you had a case?

Yes. Thanks to Dembe.

He brought home more than Bosnian burek.

You know that Elizabeth used an interpreter

to contract a bounty hunter.

I found him in Sarajevo.

An effective chap of ill repute.

Naturally, I assumed the hunter's bounty was me.

Unfortunately, I was mistaken.

How is not being a target unfortunate?

It's unfortunate because each time I think

Elizabeth won't go to a darker place, she does.

Elizabeth wanted the bounty hunter to kill someone else?

Not kill. Find.

Someone she wanted to work with.

And why is that so dark?

Because the person she's working with brokers chemical weapons.

- I don't believe that. - Her name is Mary Bremmer.

I'm not familiar with that name.

Neither was I.

The bounty hunter was unable to locate her,

but he put together a dossier for Elizabeth.

- Dembe got a copy of it. - Why would she do this?

The same reason she worked to get

The Freelancer released from prison.

- You don't know that she did that. - No.

But I know her endgame... To break me and then kill me.

I think it's safe to assume that she's using

The Freelancer and Chemical Mary to accomplish that.

You think she's in business

with a mass murderer and a war criminal?

As I said, it's all... quite unfortunate.

On the bright side, I'm going to have a meeting

with The Freelancer's expensive new attorney.

Word on the street is that his client's

acquired identity papers, passports,

and that he's back to work.

I want to know what he's doing.

So we'll see what his attorney has to say.

The dossier on Bremmer.

It's incomplete, but it should give you a head start.

Not a good time. I'm doing it now.

But this is it, Agent Keen.

Once your target is eliminated, you and I are even.

I think what you're doing is wrong.

You're only making things worse for Keen by pursuing her.

Agent Park, you can rest assured...

I've heard it all before.

It's a luxury to stand on the moral high ground

and critique those of us on the low ground.

A lot of people do exactly that.

Until they need my help.

I'll never ask for your help.

Mr. Cooper called with a heads-up. We have got a case.

Okay.

Oh. Uh...

is that about your friend?

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

It, uh... It sounded like it might have been arson.

Not "might." It was.

Are there suspects?

There was, but he disappeared.

Have you talked to Mr. Reddington?

I mean, he can find anyone,

which, in this case, it might help, right?

I mean, if he found the arsonist, you know,

justice, scales, balancing, that kind of thing.

But then on the downside, you'd be in his debt,

and, ohh,

that is a record scratch through your favorite song.

I mean, can you even imagine?

What was it you said earlier?

That I'd never ask for your help.

No, that couldn't be it.

I mean, the irony... It's crushing.

No. I can't imagine.

Of course you can't because this is, like, horrendous advice,

which you are clearly way too smart to take.

Anyway...

I'm really sorry about your friend.

Will you help?

You're asking me to make it all go away.

Say it.

Make it go away.

And if I do this, you're aware

I may someday ask for a favor in return?

You may come to wish you'd accepted the consequences

of your actions here instead.

Are we good?

He has a video of me on his phone.

Ah, ah, ah!

We'll take care of it.

Like you were never here.

Reddington refers to her as Chemical Mary.

This I.D. is more than 15 years old,

but it's the most recent photo we have.

What we know is this... Mary Bremmer

is a former MIT professor in pathobiological sciences

who was fired for ethical misconduct in '02.

Apparently she questioned the appropriateness

of a chemical-weapons ban, reasoning that if

nuclear weapons are an acceptable deterrent to war,

why not sarin gas?

There's always a market for that kind of crazy.

I mean, I assume she's found a way to monetize it.

Yeah. The CIA thinks so.

According to Langley, Bremmer supplied the weaponry

for the chlorine car-bomb massacre

in the Abu Sayda market.

As for the assassination of Kim Jong-nam,

Bremmer's role, if any, is still being investigated.

I know. It doesn't seem possible.

Well, because it's not possible.

Agent Keen would never work with someone like this.

No, Agent Keen wouldn't.

But she's not an agent anymore, is she?

Yeah, but you don't know her like we do.

Maybe that's why I can see what's really going on.

What's going on is hard. On all of us.

But the only way to find out what's really happening

is to find Agent Keen.

And right now finding Mary Bremmer

is our best hope of doing that.